He found it!
Bien sûr I found it…
My wife loves to watch Hercule Poirot. Sometimes two or three episodes in a row on Netflix. I can understand why she’s addicted to Hercule Poirot’s little grey cells. I would watch sometimes, but my mind wanders off, and I start thinking of those two beach pictures shared in 2009.
Who were these people smiling for posterity?
Who was the photographer?
Who were the old ladies?
Who was the old man?
Who were the two straw hat men?
So many questions, even Hercule would be confused.